Author Archives: Amy @ Generous Wisdom | Spacious Heart

Amy's work centers around the embodied experience of love's spaciousness and is grounded in brain, body, and heart-based wisdom. She teaches yoga, meditation, & writing as a way to cultivate tender self-love that supports empathy and compassion-driven work in the world. Check out her bio @amysecrist.com.

Love’s Gravity

Before earth uncovers sun,
I hear small feet and giggles,
the clutch of kids waking,
crowing for morning’s warmth.

Before day moves night aside,
I hear husband’s solid breathing,
the laborer still resting,
soaking up time’s ease.

Before life lights up,
I hear myself move toward standing,
the tenderer, brewing and baking,
filling little bellies, big hearts.

After earth covers sun,
after night moves day aside,
after life dims to dusk,
we remain each other’s orbit, the gravity of love.

Autumn Yoga Class (2nd Session)

Thanks to all who attended the first session of our Autumn Yoga Practice.  It’s been lovely!

We have a two week break (to work on our home practice, wink-wink) and will begin again Nov. 10th.

Enjoy!

Yoga Practice: Mindful Moving, Mindful Breathing

Mondays, 5:30 – 6:45pm, No Limits Studio
Nov. 10 – Dec. 15
$58 per session or $13 drop-in.

This 75 minute Yoga Practice is a “power yoga slow-down” and explores postures and breathing techniques that will cultivate ease and openness, strength and flexibility, awareness and contentment. Utilizing the principles of Ashtanga Yoga while following our body’s internal rhythms and wisdom, we will find support where we are weak and inspiration where we are strong. Come with an open mind and a big heart. All levels welcome!

~ Please email amysecrist6@gmail.com to register ~

Storing Up

Bare feet in the October afternoon
we peel apart the flowering silks
of season-ending sweet corn;

the scent of sugared earth floats
as we tear the still-green leaves
revealing rows of cobbed kernels.

Snapping free the stalk and
tossing aside the husk,
we lay the ear by for blanching.

The girls yank and pull and tug
at the shucking, laugh, and grasp
a silk or two with the tips of their fingers

and run through the grass.  I boil, blanch, and shock
the loaded cobs, fillet sheets of gold nuggets into the pan,
spoon the bags full of summer’s gifts for winter’s darkness.

I fill these poems with yanking, pulling, tugging,
shucking, laughing, grasping, running,
the sweetness of childhood’s gifts for the winter’s darkness.